He continues to stare at me but doesn’t respond. He then shuts the door behind him.
“I’m surprised you’re not trying to catch up on some sleep,” he mutters.
I let out a quiet laugh. “You say that like I’d feel safe enough to do so.”
His eyes flick to the bindings around my limbs, but he looks away just as fast.
“So,” I say lightly, testing him. “Which one have you decided to be today?”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“You seem to be switching back and forth between the villain and the hero role. A little bipolar, if you ask me.”
His jaw tightens.
After a moment, he exhales and drags a hand down his mask-covered face like he is already exhausted with me. “You don’t get to psychoanalyze me.”
“Funny,” I reply. “Because you both seem very invested in doing that to me.”
That earns me a scowl.
He steps closer, stopping just out of reach. Close enough that I can see his blonde eyelashes from where I sit.
“I’m not even sure what we’re still doing here,” he says quietly.
I tilt my head. “Aren’t you supposed to be equal to kidnapper number one?”
His brows furrow together. “We are equal.”
I let out a soft scoff. “Doesn’t seem that way to me.”
He shakes his head. “You’re just trying to get in my head. He said you’d try to do that.”
“I’m not trying to break up whatever cute relationship you two have, I’m sure there’s a lot of trust there,” I then go on to clarify. “I’m just saying I noticed that you didn’t seem to be quite as informed on the situation as he was.”
He laughs uncomfortably. “So he doesn’t mention something to me once and now we’re at odds?”
“You said it, not me.”
He stares at me for a long moment.
Then he laughs again, but bitterly this time. “You’re real ballsy.”
I shrug as best I can with my restraints. “Maybe, but you know I’m right.”
That shuts his ass up real quick.
So much so that he moves to the wall opposite of me and leans against it, folding his arms across his chest defensively.
“You don’t know anything,” he says finally.
I hum and reply, “You say that but I can tell it’s eating away at you with how out of the loop you are.”
His eyes snap to mine.
“You think I’m being kept out of the loop?” he asks.
“It’s possible,” I say nonchalantly, like we’re discussing the weather.
